Least Of These The Cynic Lyrics

Could it be that everyone but me is wrong? Or could it be I've become the cynic? Could it be that there's a bit in all of us? A little bit of Diogenes

I Hold my lamp in the morning time, Looking for an honest man
No, I'm not falling. Falling for what's nothing
No, I'm not scared 'cause what is fear anyway?

What is fact and what is fiction? They change in conjunction with what I see in you
Is it love or is it deception? Depends on whatever my mood
So here I am on another Sunday
Questioning all that's being said
When all I want is for someone to show me love now I can't get outside my head
But maybe, oh just maybe
Just this once, I'm the one who's wrong